Wedding Day

I don’t believe my parents were any less proud of me the day I went to prison than the day I was married.  The following is an excerpt from my book, Pay To Play.

Wedding Day

“Are you okay?” my dad asked me, kind of secretly, as if he could do something about it if I wasn’t.

“Yeah…I’m fine. I just want to get this thing started and get it over with,” I said.

My dad looked away, drifted off in his mind, and broke a small smile about a thought he had. This was his way of coping.

“I remember when I was in the service. There were alot… of goofballs. When you’re on a submarine, you literally live on top of each other. Just mind your P’s and Q’s. You’ll get through this,” he said, reassuring himself I was okay.



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